Yunyi Zhehuan

The drizzle of autumn rain fell from noon to evening, and the chill was getting stronger.After going to evening self-study for a while, Yun Jiyang found a reason to come out.

There are still a few yellow leaves that are about to fall on the bony branches, doing unnecessary resistance to the cold wind and rain.

Yun Jiyang raised his head and glanced, his expression was gloomy: birth, old age, sickness and death, branches and leaves flourished and withered, it was because he escaped from the original trajectory of fate that caused the accident.

Zhe Huan forced him into a situation where he could not advance or retreat.Time is constantly advancing, he can replace Ji Yang for a while, but it can't be for a lifetime.

He stroked his wind-torn hair, and the damp and cold air made his head sober.

Just thinking about it won't solve anything.

He walked through the tree-lined path and walked into the complex building opposite the teaching building.One time when I got lost, I accidentally found an abandoned small auditorium. There was a false lock on the side door of the auditorium, and you could enter it by pushing it open.

This abandoned auditorium is at the far end of the complex, and it looks like it has been around for a while.The auditorium is quiet and empty. The most important thing is that you can always capture some white thought power here from time to time. If you guessed right, it should belong to the thought of memory. , Faded curtains, and dusty speakers stay for a while, without exception, they will soon return to the bodies of those who sent out the thoughts because they cannot be absorbed by specific targets.

An accidental dream, like a practitioner's epiphany, opened the door to Yun Jiyang's practice in another world - thought power can also be embodied, this is a kind of energy and it is most likely the spiritual power of another world.After a period of trials, he began to be able to touch the power of thought, but it is still difficult to grasp the power of thought coming towards him. If the reaction is a little slower, the power of thought will be quickly absorbed by the body, so these thoughts that belong to others cannot be absorbed temporarily The power of thought has become his best practice object.

It's ridiculous that he used to have abundant spiritual power, but he was content with the protection of his family and didn't bother to fight for survival. He envied the stability of ordinary people in this world.Now even though his talent is mediocre, he still inevitably embarks on the path of cultivation, which is still a path of cultivation that has no sect, sect, sect or sect.

Yun Jiyang grabbed a mass of thought power in a free state, thinking about simply absorbing this unrestrained thought power, but he tried to fiddle with all kinds of specious instructions and handprints that he could think of for a long time, but he didn't succeed.By the time he remembered that class was about to end, the evening self-study had already ended for more than ten minutes.In order to get out before the security guards closed the school gate, Yun Jiyang jumped out from the window of the auditorium, planning to take a shortcut directly from the complex to pick up the car.

Passing by the studio, the lights inside were still on, and I vaguely heard someone scolding words such as "idiot, trash", and looked in curiously, it was the honorary principal of the fifth middle school - any painting can be sold The big painters with six or seven figures are reprimanding the students.

"Look at what you drew! It is said that the memory of a fish is only 7 seconds, I think your brain is not as good as a fish. You have given enough time to remember, why do you still draw this kind of thing! This group of still life You have been copying for more than half a month, right? Don’t say you can’t remember, you should be able to draw it even with your eyes closed.”

Really famous and big tempered.Yun Jiyang shook his head and was about to leave when a name pulled him back.

"Ding Lin, I think your problem is that you think you are very talented and have a bad attitude. You didn't remember it with your heart and think with your brain. Even if you just want to be a master of fakes in the future, the real ones will not Put it in front of you like these cheap flowers for you to copy!"

Speaking of the anger, the old man casually threw a bunch of dried flowers used for sketching in front of her, and Ding Lin, who shrank her neck and was scolded, was shocked.The dark thoughts around her also jumped like flames, as if they were going to attack the opponent.

It was the girl who helped him.Yun Jiyang was trying to find a reason to rescue her from the furious old man, but someone stopped the old man who was throwing a tantrum before him.

"Old Chen, you can't carve rotten wood, so don't waste your words." The person who came was the director of the school's teaching and research group, but—is it really okay to say such things in front of the students?Yun Jiyang frowned, muttering in his heart.

"Let's go, it's not worth getting angry. Why don't you give up!" The director of teaching and research dragged Mr. Chen's hand and left. He only glanced back at Ding Lin, and gestured with one hand to tell her to turn off the light and leave.

"Hey - don't delay, I'm going by myself, I'm really not reconciled! If such a good seedling can come out, it must be a big hit!"

"Speaking of which, she is indeed a 'copying genius', but she is even more of a 'painting idiot'. This child can't become an artist, at best he can only be a painter."

"But I have long intended to bring it to the exchange art students—forget it, let's see it later."

"Yes, it's useless for you to be in a hurry..."

Ding Lin stared blankly at the dried flowers scattered on the ground, and the conversation between the two stunned her heart word by word. They talked about her qualifications and asserted her future, as if evaluating whether a mutilated work of art could still survive. shot.Silently clenching her fists, she needs a piece of work to prove her strength, and she needs the exchange student quota that Chen Lao said to change the current unbearable life.

"Hey——" Yun Jiyang swallowed the words of concern, just pretending that he happened to pass by here and didn't hear those words just now, "The school gate is about to close, let's go."

"It's you. Ji, Ji Yang..." Ding Lin turned her head to see the speaker clearly, and realized that the boy standing at the door had watched her embarrassed appearance. Schoolbag, nodding indiscriminately, "Well, let's go."

Ji Yang helped her turn off the lights and the door, and the two walked out of the complex with a little embarrassment.

"By the way, you didn't repay us for helping us out last time. If it's useful, just ask." Yun Jiyang seldom interacted with girls alone, so he didn't think there was anything else to say except this.

"No, really." Ding Lin stared at the ground and whispered, although she didn't ride a bike, she pretended not to recognize the way and followed Yun Jiyang to the parking shed.

Seeing that the straps of her schoolbag were all twisted into pieces, Yun Jiyang guessed that she had something to say.But if you delay going down, the school gate will really be closed, he pushed the car and pointed outside, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to the bus stop." Patiently waiting for her to speak all the way.

Ding Lin couldn't help feeling warm in her heart, and impulsively said: "Well, there is actually something I want to ask you for help—" As soon as the words came out, she immediately blushed and regretted, "No, forget it, I'm afraid it will disturb you."

She knew best that this matter was not just troublesome—that kind of dark and negative scene, ordinary people would be disgusted to death just thinking about it.Even if he could accept it, she couldn't bear other people's pity!But if I can't win an award... No! I will definitely win an award. As long as I win an award, I can completely get rid of this humble reality and gain both fame and fortune.

"Why forget it, I mean what I say! Tell me, I will definitely help you as much as I can." Seeing the white thought power falling on him, Yun Jiyang tried to make a joke to make the girl not so nervous, "If it is a special nympho I will consider the request."

Ding Lin, who was engaged in a fierce battle between heaven and man, finally regained her senses when she heard this sentence. She and Ji Yang are not from the same world at all, and ordinary people cannot understand her.

She took a deep breath, and finally came up with the rhetoric that she had prepared many times: "There is a particularly important competition recently, and I want to spare time to draw and submit, but I have a part-time job every week. This week, Sunday can take over for me. Part-time job for a while? It’s not for nothing, I will pay you the salary when the boss pays you.”

Yun Jiyang thought it was a difficult task, so she held back until the bus stop and said, "It's just a substitute, no problem."

Ding Lin took out a pen and paper from her schoolbag, quickly wrote down a line of address, tore it off and handed it to Ji Yang.

"This is where I work, this Sunday afternoon, okay?"

"Okay." Yun Jiyang casually agreed to take the address, and a cloud of dark thought power burrowed into his fingers along the note.

"Well, I'm looking for a substitute for a part-time job. The boss knows that he will be angry, so he secretly asks you to help me with the work. When you get there, no matter what the boss or others ask you, just ignore it and find a place to wait for me." She seemed to be She was very shy, and her eyes flickered when she spoke, but she still did not forget to remind, "The people over there like to joke, so don't pay attention to what they say."

Ding Lin's repeated warnings and the inexplicable smell on her body made Yun Jiyang feel weird, but the color of her psychic power alone could not tell that she was malicious to him, and some low emotions would appear in black.Besides, girls' minds are always complicated, and if you think about it, you won't know that they will suddenly be unhappy because of a certain sentence or action.

What he didn't know was that the girl in front of him was not the only one who was in a complicated mood at this time.

You You, who was waiting for Ji Yang outside the gate, saw him pushing a cart and walking side by side with a girl, bit his lip, turned and walked away.After walking for a while, she unwillingly looked back frequently to look for the two people who had gone far away.

You Le, who was walking in front and waiting for her, held her impatiently, "Don't look, there are too many girls who are thinking of him! I told you not to associate with him. Sooner or later, you will be exhausted."

The smile on You You's face couldn't hold back, "I'm not that kind of stingy person."

You Le looked up at the starless night sky of the city, and said slowly, "In front of me, you don't have to pretend, you can cry if you want to, and curse if you want."

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On Sunday, after lunch, Yun Jiyang told his family, and found Ding Lin's part-time shop according to the address on the note.It is completely different from the bright and clean environment of the fast food restaurants or cafes where students work part-time. This restaurant is poorly dilapidated. It is opened in an ordinary residential building facing the street in a village in the city, and there is not even a shop sign.

The extinguished cylinder stove on one side of the store door, the large iron pot propped against the wall, and the simple awning made of old posters make people recognize that this should be a small restaurant or something.Then he realized that the billboard with the words "serve breakfast" that was almost in the middle of the road probably belonged to this store. Number.

He checked the house number again, made sure that it was correct, and walked sideways, opening the yellowed plastic soft curtain hanging at the door of the store, and walked into the store.

"Is there anyone there? Is Ding Lin there?"

Maybe it was lunch break, the shop was quiet and no one appeared.

Thinking of what Ding Lin told him before, he had no choice but to wait.

The five or six long dining tables in the small shop were fairly clean, the plastic benches were folded into a row and leaned against the disinfection cabinet, and an old-fashioned TV set and an empty rusty iron box were placed on a long wooden cabinet. In the corner, a pot-bellied kettle boiled and overflowed, and the plug was hastily pulled out and thrown beside the dilapidated wiring board.There was a back door half-closed at the back, and the sound of water could be faintly heard from behind the door.

Just as he was about to go to the back to find someone to ask, the half-closed door was pushed open.Ding Lin appeared in a dusty smock and a pair of rubber gloves.

"Are you here?" Ding Lin glanced at him, quickly looked away, bit her lip, paused and said, "Then come with me."

Behind the store is a patio with a glass roof. All kinds of sundries are crowded as far as Yun Jiyang can see. The most striking thing is the plastic storage boxes as high as a hill piled up beside the pool, which is full of dirty water. , she should have washed it for a long time.

"The environment is not very good, you just leave."

Now he finally recognized one of the strange smells on Ding Lin's body, which was the unknown smell of meat that filled the whole backyard.He somewhat regretted taking this job, but a girl didn't feel dirty or smelly for the sake of life, and he had no reason why he couldn't bear the disgusting smell.

"What—what can I do to help?"

"Today, I need to wash all the plastic boxes. It smells a bit fishy. You can put this on." Ding Lin took out a white mask and handed it to him.

Fortunately, there was still this thing, Yun Jiyang was relieved, and quickly took it and put it on.

After putting on the mask, he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask if it was clean, but before he could speak, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

The author has something to say:

Genius Syndrome: It originated from Pip Taylor, a 49-year-old British woman who had no artistic talent. She accidentally rolled down the stairs of the racecourse, suffered severe injuries to her face and head, and suffered a severe concussion.However, the dormant artistic cells in her body seem to have been awakened, and the copied portrait is almost exactly the same as the original one.Medically, the unexpected talents inspired by brain trauma are a kind of mental illness and belong to the "genius syndrome".